#svgarslevth

❝ where ? ❞

   “Nowhere. They just left.”

     Tut tut--     

     “No one would be able to, they wouldn’t know that you’re gone.” It was a bit sad to think about, but that was the fate of the figure ‘L.’ Everyone knew he was mortal and that either a criminal or age would take him but it was similar to how American superhero series worked. The previous hero is succeeded quietly by his successor, who then in turn takes on the next ‘Robin.’ It gave the illusion of immortality and more importantly a stable sense of safety.

     Even if they did learn of L’s passing, it wasn’t unlikely that they’d choose to just ignore it. Rather than miss and grieve, it was always more comfortable to act as though nothing had changed when possible.

     “I only meant that I don’t think any of the kids will truly miss me when I,” he paused a moment. It was strange to say such a thing in front of this person, but it was the most likely outcome so it would be illogical to dance around it. “if I become L.”

The autumn mornings often tended to be cold - especially so when it rained, which was no rare occurrence when you lived and grew up in Britain. At times like this, Quillsh urged the children to wear sweaters, drink tea and not go outside too much, and usually this kept most of them from falling ill.

However, the elder had a certain gnawing feeling that told him something simple and understandable, yet vague: something was wrong, when a certain boy with bare feet and messy raven black hair did not appear for breakfast - it would have been understandable, perhaps, if the child wouldn’t want to eat lunch or dinner, due to the main focus being on what Quillsh liked to call proper food, and not cakes and pastries L would have liked much better. The supply of honey, jam and other sweet things during breakfast, however, the elder knew that L would have much preferred.

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered to Roger, before leaving the dining hall. Once he had reached the door to L’s room, Quillsh first knocked, only to hear no response. “L?” He sounded more concerned than intended, Quillsh realised as he continued, “L, are you asleep? It’s time for breakfast.”

why do you have muse for my faves

i pictured him on a razor scooter

i need this drawn stat